[Be careful with those snack attacks, Riz. Mando could tell you that as you get older, you'll stop burning them off as fast, and you'll have to start worrying about expanding the waistline on your armour.]

It's too bad they don't have some of the drinks from my world here. You might like those better.

[As in, they're sweet and will get you fuuuuuucked uuuuup.]

[Mando, meanwhile, digs around in one of his pockets until he finds a metal straw with a weird bend at the top. He carefully guides the straw up under his helmet, and then dunks the other end in a glass of beer. Refreshing!]

So why do you deserve a beer today?